Even the embers warm
If we move our chairs and logs
Close enough. The flames
Began roaring, jumping
High above our heads
As balsam branches, pines
Burned first furiously.
…
Reflections off glasses,
Earrings, flash like the stars
Above in the moonless night.*
Two kites, tethered, can be heard,
Not seen, above the prairie.
…
Marshmallows ignite if held too long
Near the glowing coals
S’Mores give a sugar rush
After the tangy stuffed mushrooms.
No one can remember a ghost story
Or campfire song. The troubles
Of Job are all forgotten
As the sparks fly upward.
* In the photo there is a moon. This was photo-shopped out in the poem–poetic license.God seems to have chosen to have the Bible written this way, also; some things were omitted (or added) for the sake of the form or sound of the poem or story.
– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, Dec. 1, 2012
The photograph is of University of Illinois students who were engaged in service projects at the oldest student organization, the University Y (1873), where Steve served as Executive Director.